I really like your sand sculpture group friends

"Oh, right," Su Mengli whispered in his ear, "thank you."

Mo Xiangwen was stunned for a moment, but he quickly realized that this was probably referring to the time a couple of nights ago when he and Mengyao secretly went out for a late-night snack.

But how did Mengli know? Was it from Mengyao's change in mood? Or did she actually hear or know that they went out that night?

He smiled and shook his head, saying softly, "We're friends."

Understanding his meaning, Su Mengli smiled slightly and nodded.

Seeing that the two of them hadn't followed, Su Mengyao urged them impatiently, "What are you doing? Hurry up, let's go!"

"Get your bag, wait a minute." Mo Xiangwen slung the rod bag over his shoulder and carried a fishing box in each hand.

Su Mengyao turned around and tried to take the fishing box from his hand, but he shook his head and refused, which made Su Mengyao annoyed and she poked his waist.

Mo Xiangwen grew impatient with her poking him and had no choice but to hand one of them over to her.

Anyway, this thing doesn't sink when it's not filled with water to hold fish, so I'll just accept her kindness.

Su Mengyao took the fishing box and nodded in satisfaction.

"What are these?" Su Mengli noticed them then, pointed to the items, and asked, "Shall I get one for you too?"

"Fishing rods, and two fishing boxes." Mo Xiangwen explained, "Let's skip the help. Mengli, your foot is injured, so please be careful when you walk."

"Okay." Although Su Mengli felt that the two of them were making a mountain out of a molehill regarding her foot injury, she didn't want to argue further about something he clearly wouldn't back down on, so she asked instead, "Why are you carrying this?"

"Hmm... the campsite is by the river, right?" Mo Xiangwen asked in return.

“Yes…” Su Mengli looked at him and asked hesitantly, “You like fishing?”

The three walked and talked until they arrived at the parking lot.

Although several days had passed and Su Mengli believed that her foot injury was no longer a problem, he and Su Mengyao still insisted that she not drive.

Since Su Mengli couldn't drive and Su Mengyao didn't have a driver's license, the task of driving naturally fell to him.

"I wouldn't call it liking." Mo Xiangwen stuffed the fishing rod bag and tackle box into the trunk and closed it with a little force: "But I'll take them with me, we'll see, they might come in handy."

"boom."

The tailgate made a dull thud and locked securely.

The main reason is that he still remembers what Old Li told him last time.

But going to their door is out of the question, it's impossible in this lifetime. If we have the chance, we'll just give it to them directly, otherwise we'll have to find a way to get Su Mengli and the others to hand it over on our behalf.

However, giving away fishing rods is too strange... He still hasn't figured out how to bring it up. If he could take this opportunity to invite their fathers to go fishing together, he could just bring it up naturally.

Also, since we sent something to Su Mengli's father, and their mother is here too, shouldn't we send something to her as well?

Just thinking about it was enough to give him a splitting headache.

"By the way, Mengli," Mo Xiangwen asked as he got into the driver's seat, "I'd like to buy some things to visit my aunt and uncle. Do you have any recommendations?"

The driver's seat was originally Su Mengyao's, but since Su Mengyao neither knew how to drive nor had she paid attention to the campsite, she gave it to Su Mengli.

Su Mengli fastened her seatbelt, hesitated for a moment, and said, "It would be fine to just buy some fruit and go over."

Fruit? Yes, it is.

It's just meeting a friend's parents, after all. Thinking too much about it is inappropriate.

“Okay, let’s buy some fruit on the way.” Mo Xiangwen nodded.

P.S.: My computer's working now, so I'll just write one chapter for now, and continue after I've had a good sleep. *pat*

Chapter 161 You look quite like you when you were young, don't you?

Actually, just looking at the navigation route on the phone map, Mo Xiangwen already felt that the distance should be quite far, but when he actually drove it, he found that the road was much longer than he had imagined.

The car drove for more than an hour on the suburban highway, and the scenery outside the window gradually changed from dense buildings to open water before finally arriving at our destination.

The campsite is a wide and flat grassy area along the riverbank, with many lush trees planted along the edges. The view of the entire campsite is quite open and clear.

The river flowed quietly not far away, its surface as smooth as a mirror, clearly reflecting the slowly drifting clouds in the sky.

Perhaps because it is far from the city, there are not many tourists at the campsite at this time of day, and the surroundings are exceptionally quiet.

As soon as she got out of the car, Su Mengyao's gaze swept across the parking lot, and she suddenly stopped in front of a black private car.

"Huh?" she said with a hint of doubt, "Isn't this Dad's car? Why are they here so early today?"

Su Mengli also looked over, glanced at the license plate of the car, and nodded slightly as if to confirm.

"Yes, it's them." She added in a calm, low voice, "After all, they were the ones who took the initiative to want to meet Xiang Wen and have a face-to-face talk. They probably arranged the time in advance."

Now that things have come to this, Mo Xiangwen has already prepared himself mentally.

As if resigned to his fate, he silently walked to the back of the car, opened the trunk, and began unloading the things he had brought.

The three worked together seamlessly, each carrying the fruit, snacks, and other supplies they had just bought, and walked side by side toward the camping area by the river.

Following the signs for a short distance, they spotted the already set-up campsite in an open area near the river.

Two black portable camping tables were placed together on the ground, with large plastic bags, bowls, drinks, and condiments such as oil and soy sauce on them.

A grill and a small pot were placed next to the table, and five folding chairs were arranged around it—two of which were already occupied by a middle-aged couple.

The man was wearing a casual suit, with a smart yet approachable smile on his face, and was slightly turning his head as if talking to the woman next to him.

The lady, dressed in a simple off-white knit suit, exuded a gentle and elegant charm, listening attentively with a smile and graceful posture.

Looking at the couple from afar, Mo Xiangwen felt that Su Mengli and her sister looked quite similar to each other, especially the lady's temperament, which was exactly like Su Mengli's.

Of course, to avoid making a mistake, he whispered to Su Mengli beside him, "What are your parents wearing today?"

Just as Su Mengli was about to answer, the couple seemed to sense something, stopped talking, and subconsciously looked in their direction.

The woman smiled gently first, and the man followed suit, standing up and waving to them.

"No need to confirm," Su Mengli said softly. "Those are my mom and dad."

The three quickened their pace. Su Mengli and Su Mengyao reached their parents first, and Ms. Jiang Mengya gently embraced her two daughters.

She gently patted Su Mengyao's back: "Xiao Li still comes back to visit occasionally, but you haven't been home in so long."

Su Mengyao explained somewhat guiltily, "I've been too busy with my studies..."

Jiang Mengya, both amused and exasperated, tapped her forehead: "Is it just laziness?"

"Hehe." Su Mengyao hugged her mother, intending to get away with it by being cute. Jiang Mengya, who knew her daughter's lazy nature, didn't intend to pursue the matter further.

At this moment, Mr. Su Yuntao smiled and turned to Mo Xiangwen, extending his hand: "You must be student Mo? I am Su Yuntao, this is my wife Jiang Mengya, and you know Mengli and Mengyao, so I won't go into further introductions."

Jiang Mengya gave him a gentle smile and nodded slightly in greeting: "Hello, Mo. We appreciate your help with Mengli and Mengyao at school."

Mo Xiangwen quickly and politely replied, "Hello, Uncle and Aunt, I am Mo Xiangwen. It's a pleasure to meet you." Then he reached out and shook hands with Su Yuntao.

He couldn't help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief. Sure enough, he had been overthinking things. The parents who could raise Su Mengli and Su Mengyao must be reasonable and gentle.

Su Yuntao glanced at the rod bag and tackle box at his feet. As a former fishing enthusiast, he naturally recognized them at a glance.

He walked over and asked with interest, "Young man, you also like fishing?"

"I'm just a little interested, not to the point of liking it." Mo Xiangwen shook his head and answered sincerely, "I brought it here mainly because Old Li mentioned it to me."

Su Yuntao was slightly taken aback, clearly not expecting that his former teacher was involved, let alone that he would speak so frankly about it.

In fact, Mo Xiangwen had been struggling with the decision for a long time in the car, but finally decided to just say it as soon as he found a topic to start.

Otherwise, it would be quite difficult to find a suitable reason to give away the fishing gear later.

As for exposing Mr. Li's minor hobbies, such exposure of students' harmless hobbies should not have any negative impact on Mr. Li.

"I didn't expect that Mr. Li would still remember." Su Yuntao said with a nostalgic smile, "Back then, Mr. Li often took a few of us students fishing together, and that's when my hobby was cultivated."

Su Yuntao shook his head and sighed, "It's a pity that after starting work and getting married, I don't go fishing as often anymore."

"It's not like your mother forbids you from going fishing." Su Mengyao muttered softly in Jiang Mengya's arms, "It's because you're always running around doing volunteer work and don't even have time to come see us."

Su Yuntao was speechless; he also felt somewhat guilty about this.

There are some things that, once you see them or know about them, you can't help but do them.

Jiang Mengya smiled and gently patted Su Mengyao's head, saying softly, "What your father is doing is meaningful. He comes back to see you whenever he has free time, doesn't he? Don't be angry with him, okay?"

“I’m not angry with him.” Su Mengyao said softly, “I just wanted to say something so that Xiang Wen wouldn’t think that Mom is so fierce that she wouldn’t even let Dad go fishing.”

Jiang Mengya smiled and gently patted their shoulders: "Don't stand, sit down and talk." Then she turned to him: "Mo, you should sit down too."

"Yes, yes, yes." Su Yuntao patted his shoulder with a friendly smile: "Come and sit down to chat. Mengli and Mengyao often mention you. I've been curious about what kind of guy they talk about so often."

"About the same age as you were when you were young," Jiang Mengya joked. "You're quite handsome, aren't you?"

"Really? You look a lot like me when I was young?" Su Yuntao was taken aback for a moment, then glanced at him silently.

"Hmm, it's quite similar," Jiang Mengya said with a light smile, "especially when you were in college."

Mo Xiangwen had a strange feeling that there was some deeper meaning hidden in his eyes, and he was startled and subconsciously took a step back.

Chapter 162 This is outrageous!

The five people sat around the camping table. To Mo Xiangwen's left was Su Mengyao, and to his right was Su Yuntao.

As soon as she sat down, Su Mengyao quietly poked Mo Xiangwen's waist with her finger and whispered, "Relax, my parents aren't going to eat you."

Mo Xiangwen smiled helplessly at her and relaxed his tense shoulders slightly.

Su Yuntao happened to notice their subtle movements and was startled.

After a brief moment of thought, he asked with a smile, "Speaking of which, Professor Li is your mentor. How is his health?"

Su Mengli had just put her sun-protective clothing aside when she saw Jiang Mengya making tea, so she quickly stood up to help.

Seeing her insistence, Jiang Mengya smiled slightly and carefully handed over the brewed teapot to her.

Su Mengli poured a cup of the brewed tea for everyone and placed it in front of each person.

"Yes." Mo Xiangwen, puzzled, could only cautiously reply, "Old Li seems to be in good health and spirits..."

"I see." Su Yuntao nodded, a nostalgic look in his eyes: "Then we can be considered to be from the same school."

Mo Xiangwen remained silent for a moment.

Strictly speaking, a mentor is still a teacher, and Professor Li certainly qualifies as his teacher. But he didn't understand Su Yuntao's intention in specifically mentioning this point.

He nodded with a smile: "Yes, Mr. Li usually takes good care of us."

"Hahaha, no wonder I felt close to you the moment I saw you." Su Yuntao laughed heartily, patting Mo Xiangwen on the shoulder: "Come on, sit over here, no need to be so formal."

Mo Xiangwen's seat was originally closer to Su Mengyao's, but after Su Yuntao's invitation, he had to get up and move his chair.

He reluctantly moved to the right by less than thirty centimeters before stopping.

It was moved, but not much.

Su Yuntao narrowed his eyes slightly, picked up the teacup, and took a sip.

"If we're really talking about it, then Dad and I are from the same school," Su Mengyao muttered softly from the side. "Our entire studio is from the same school as you."

Upon hearing this, Su Yuntao choked on the tea he had just taken a sip of and coughed a few times.

Jiang Mengya looked at them with a smile, while Su Mengli quietly patted her sister's thigh under the table, signaling her to be mindful of her behavior.

Su Mengyao playfully stuck out her tongue, but didn't say anything more.

Having no other choice, Su Yuntao changed the subject: "Judging from what Mengli told me, Old Li thinks highly of you."

He glanced at Mo Xiangwen, took a sip of tea, and said with a faint smile, "Starting a career at such a young age, that's quite ambitious."

Mo Xiangwen glanced at Su Mengli subconsciously. Su Mengli seemed to notice his gaze as well, smiled slightly at him, but did not reply.

Without any clear instructions, Mo Xiangwen could only laugh and reply, "Not at all, Professor Li treats all students equally; he just gave us some opportunities."

Su Yuntao smiled, a hint of nostalgia in his eyes, as if he were recalling his school days.

"How many people are there in your studio right now?" Jiang Mengya asked softly, her voice gentle and pleasant. "Is the workload heavy? Is it too tiring?"

“There are five people right now.” Mo Xiangwen thought about it carefully and felt that he had already been quite conscientious. He hesitated slightly and said, “Uh, I don’t think it’s too heavy.”

"Everyone cooperates and performs their respective duties."

He paused, then added, "However, Mengli and Mengyao are really amazing. They can do almost anything and have helped me a lot."